In Adelphia, I dedicate to you a live-backing song.
* it, I'm coming.
Somebody got to die.
Either this guy or this guy.
Either way, somebody mama throwing a fish fry.
Bigger the beef, bigger the clip size.
Home Depot trips, duct tapes, zip ties.
Was going to leave it there, let * slide.
But niggas pushing my * button.
I got to * up something.
I'm thinking churches and hearses.
ER trips, IV drips.
And nurses.
Homicides for purchase.
But I think I might work this.
Cash that check myself, though.
That's with the Velcro.
Clip from the wrist to the elbow.
Drink goes small, but the drum can't fit in the belt, though.
Trench coat, still can't tell, though.
It is what it is, but we ain't going to dwell, though.
* hit the fan, cuz.
Just don't tell, though.
I respect what he's done.
New overthrows the old.
It's natural.
Yeah.
Ambulance screaming up the block.
Block shot so loud, can barely hear him screaming stop.
Vaguely heard somebody screaming cops.
Spray the family while they grieving at his plot.
On target, so I off it.
You want me off your head?
Where that bread?
Nigga, cough it.
Cough it.
Issue me a ticket or I'll park it.
Or I'll get you fitted for that coffin.
Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in.
Back on course with no remorse, like the fat guy from Betsy.
Style kicking doors.
Everybody getting on the floor.
Everybody and his bitch get it, but the *.
Bitch, where that bag at?
Yeah, yeah, I love them too, but where that tab at?
Somebody cashing out or I'm blasting out.
Talk about what?
Ain't * to ration out.
You drew that line, so I'mma cross it.
Now lay in between them lines when they chalk it.
Catch you at the Clareport.
Extra cartridge.
Ain't no Jets departing.
Only death departing.
T to barrel with the barrel.
Exercise the plane.
Understand.
You ain't never too fly to land.
How you going to do it?
Your face or your feet?
Hog tied.
Boom in your ass.
You in too deep.
* with the Crypt Keeper.
Grim Reaper.
You just a tweeter.
I'm the knock and the devil's speaker.
Stop.
This bigger than Omeka.
I wanted you in ITY.
Latifah.
Switch this hard flick.
Double feature.
Gee, what niggas do for money?
My brother's keeper.
A sucker way out is distilling.
Face said, look him in his eyes before you kill him.
Nigga, you weak for real.
You did that for meek?
You should have did it for mills.
Bitch, you should have did it for real.
Got niggas checking under cars before they getting their will.
Before I check you off the guard, better get in your will.
You niggas better pick a side before I get in the field.
Ain't going to have no picks when I'm blicking the steel.
Everybody getting fired when I clicking the drill.
Uh-huh.
Papa gave out warnings.
Not me.
Just another body for mama to ID.
You could play a game, but not me.
All shells.
No stripes.
Y3.
Hawk cross your windpipe.
Cannot breathe.
One cannot fight.
Well, one cannot see.
Yeah.
And I'll be there when the smoke clear.
Drown in your own blood.
Niggas soaked there.
I pluck you, then rock him.
I ain't no joke, yeah.
Check out my felonies.
Check, check out my felonies.
Say your soul, you say your ass, what you telling me?
* faggots.
Pussies.
Been doing this.
* rookies.
Crush your whole empire, cookies.
Why the * would you push me?
And no more rockets.
I'm reckless.
What you expected.
I'm coming.
I'm coming, coming, coming, coming, coming.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah.
I'm coming.
I'm coming.
I'm coming, coming, coming, coming, coming.
Uh.
We'll be right back.